You don't believe in loveYou don't believe in hatredPut your money in the bankIt's the only way to save itYou try to make a buckBut you haven't made a pennyYou need a little luckBut you know you won't get anyYou don't believe in GodYou don't believe in gloryYou've got a brother in the clinicTells the same kind of storyIf he had another lifeHe'd know what would be waitingIf he had another soulHe could sell it all to SatanYou don't believe in warYou don't believe in JesusGot a sister in New YorkShe knows how she pleasesWalking the streetsOn the South side of the cityTrying to make ends meetIsn't that a pity for money?